We are women, we need the touch
We are women, we need the touch
There you go, that's the itch
We're hungry, papi!
Don't burst yet!
She's slim but chances are big
The pressure must be somewhere else
Can we try these positions?
You have to fill your father's boots
If internet is out...
Under the mask there is a slut
You don't need babysitting anymore
This is my cake's candle, son
Pick your pleasure